‘Then how come you did not grow up with him?’ ‘The Mother was keeping him prisoner while I was born. Apparently, she realised he was developing a little more sympathy for her human slaves than she was comfortable with.’ There – that should be a convincing enough argument in favour of his good intentions, shouldn’t it? ‘By the time she released him and he returned to the Crimson Court, both my mother and I were gone.’ Rosalind was silent for a moment, staring ahead with a small frown on her face as she walked. ‘And you believe his story?’ ‘Yes.’
